June 2011
May 2011
So today I discovered that Dell has all of their service manuals online. The instructions are crystal. Fucking. Clear.
I removed my broken, standard keyboard, and installed a brand-spanking new backlit one. In under 5 minutes.
Dell Support website, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
I’ve proven with relative certainty that swearing violently will not, I repeat will NOT, make a hot room any colder.
You listen to a song for a while, and then drift away from it. Then one day you’re looking through your music library and press play just for the hell of it. You listen to it for the first time in a long while, and you relate to every line in a way that you never did before. Suddenly, you appreciate it a lot more. And maybe just a little, feel that you got the song way back then for this one moment when it stopped being just a song and actually took on some personal meaning.
I don’t feel that this was particularly coherent, but if you can follow my train of thought maybe it’ll mean something to you.
There are only two kinds of people in the world:
- Those who can finish lists
Moved a bunch of boxes and an air conditioner yesterday. Woke up about 20 minutes ago with an insane amount of pain in my neck and mid-back on the right side. Looks like I was lucky enough to have pulled something.
Point being, it doesn’t look like I’ll be heading back to sleep anytime soon, so let’s give this another try.
Mike (Walken):You watch those nature documentaries on the cable? You see the one about lions? You got this lion. He’s the king of the jungle, huge mane out to here. He’s laying under a tree, in the middle of Africa. He’s so big, it’s so hot. He doesn’t want to move. Now the little lions come, they start messing with him. Biting his tail, biting his ears. He doesn’t do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him. Coming over, making trouble. Still nothing. Now the other animals, they notice this. They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They’re barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes, and eat the food that’s in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Till one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is.
“Beware those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone. ”
—Charles Bukowski
This is now the third day that I’ve spontaneously woken up at 5:50. 40 minutes before my alarm.
Fantastic.
There was an accident and long story short my beard has gone missing. Back down to just a goatee.
Sneezes are assholes.
I want to put a bullet through the skull of anyone over 10 who consistently types S-P-E-A-C-H instead of S-P-E-E-C-H. You’re on a computer, you have fucking spell check. There’s no goddamn excuse.
I’m not going to say no offense because I sincerely hope someone who does that was offended by this, especially if it has forced them to come to terms with their own overwhelming stupidity.
On a lighter note: puppies, rainbows and people who can spell correctly.
There's nothing quite like the dark of night to make you appreciate the sunrise.
Composer Clint Mansell, known for scoring films such as Requiem for a Dream and The Fountain, will be composing the score for Mass Effect 3. Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2 composers Jack Wall and Sam Hulick will not be involved.
HOLY FUCK, CLINT GODDAMN MANSELL. EARGASM.
The dude across the yard from us has sneezed 37 times since I started keeping tally (it was entertaining). I’m tempted to shout out ‘gesundheit’ next time it happens.
“Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to stop, it turns. You tell it to turn, it stops. You tell it to take out the garbage, it watches reruns of Firefly.”
—Jack Hodgins (Bones)
“It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.”
—Douglas Adams (via feathernotdot)
On Hyperspace
- FORD PREFECT:
- ...And you better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace; it’s unpleasantly like being drunk.
- ARTHUR DENT:
- Well, what’s so unpleasant about being drunk?
- FORD PREFECT:
- You ask a glass of water!
- ARTHUR DENT:
- Ford.
- FORD PREFECT:
- Yes?
- ARTHUR DENT:
- What’s this fish doing in my ear?
- FORD PREFECT:
- Translating for you. Look under Babel Fish in the book.
- [Whooshing noise]
- ARTHUR DENT:
- What’s happening?
- [Whooshing noise]
- FORD PREFECT:
- We’re going into hyperspace.
- [Whooshing noise]
- ARTHUR DENT:
- Eeeuuuhhh! I… I’ll never be cruel to a gin and tonic again.
I am going to settle in with a nice glass of scotch, and watch Bones till I can’t keep my eyes open for a second longer. Goodnight folks.
Off to run some errands with my old man. Feel free to leave interesting things in my ask.
I've been listening to Spoon all day,
and it has left me in a fantastic gorram mood.
Can’t believe I forgot what a great song Got Nuffin’ is.
Play
Beakman's World
That thing about Bill Nye made me think of this. I’m not sure if I watched the show, but I had the books.
Loved this almost as much as Bill Nye the Science Guy.
I was sad when I found out that Mark Ritts died. RIP Lester/Herb.
Just a note for all you House fans out there - the end song from tonight’s episode is “Got Nuffin” by Spoon, and it’s available for free on Amazon.com for the time being.
THE END OF TONIGHT'S EPISODE OF HOUSE
HOLY SHIT IT WAS AMAZING. I mean it was mind-blowingly hilarious and awesome and badass all at the same time.
